#Chapter274
/"Why are you nervous? I won’t do anything to you./" He observes smoothly, sliding his bottle to one side and reaches across to catch my hand and pull it back to the centre of the table. I let him, watching the movement, relieved he is still a keen observer and can read me without me having to verbalise. He turns it so my palm is upwards and runs his fingers gently across mine to flatten them out, using his other hand to draw small patterns across my palm. It tickles and has an immediate soothing effect while also hitting me with immense tingles and dampening the sense of trepidation. He has a way of reaching inside of me in surprisingly tender ways for a man who used to instil fear. For a side he doesn’t use often, he seems pretty comfy in the role.
